Cradle the pieces

Put on a pretty face in public, the police can't find you.
Tell the preacher that you believe in God, he'll never lie to you
Make yourself the victim in this whole charade, no one will ever know
Except for the ones who see through what they've been told.

Everything's alright,
the loving husband,
the doting wife,
the respectful son
the kind daughter
Pull apart the strings, only then will you see

how everything falls to pieces
The ungrateful husband
the sick wife
the estranged son
the vengeful daughter
Take your pieces out, put them back together

Rearrange this photo, and you'll see
that there are only three branches in this family tree
Which piece is bad
which piece is missing
which piece is mad
which piece is pleasing

which piece is yours
which piece is mine
Let the mask fall, and I'll show you in time.